Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.

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He sat behind his mahogany desk signing documents with his Fulgor Nocturnus pen which was decorated with 945 black diamonds and 123 rubies. The pen had been a gift from his wife and everyone that saw it admired it.

Like most men his age, his marriage was boring and totally uneventful. They slept in separate bedrooms because he didn’t want to wake her when he worked late. When they first met the sex was hot and exciting and they couldn’t get enough of each other mentally as well as physically.

He would work late and she would pick up carry out and show up unexpected late into the night. They would sit back and eat and drink wine while they chatted about the days events.

She never worried about him cheating because every time she showed up late he was working. He was like so many other stupid men and ended up marrying her because of the great sex.

Over the years the sex waned and they ended up in separate bedrooms which gave him the perfect opportunity to get his dick wet elsewhere, which he did frequently. His personal assistant made sure he had his desires fulfilled.

All he had to do is give her that look and she knew she had to make arrangements with his regular. She came into the office late in the evening and she walked around his desk and kneeled down in front of him.

He never fucked her because he knew that she serviced so many other men. He enjoyed a blowjob and he got so turned on when she would point his penis towards her tits so he could shoot his wad on them.

She would get up and go into his private bathroom and clean herself up. She would walk past his desk and pick up the five, crisp one hundred dollar bills. He didnt look up or even say good bye to her as she exited his office.

His personal assistant’s last day was Friday and he would miss her terribly. She was more than an assistant, she was his confidant, friend, and so much more. He could talk to her about anything and he trusted her implicitly.

He had interviewed so many to fill her position and he was just tired of the same old same old. No one would ever compare to his current assistant and he wished that someone would walk through his door and impress him.

It was late and he left the office and headed to his Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita, which was one of three ever made. The exterior finish was coated with carbon fibers with a diamond dust-impregnated resin. Underneath the lustrous finish lies a 4.8-liter, dual-supercharged V8 with a total output of 1,004 horsepower and 797 pound-feet of torque.

Just like his beloved pen the car was also a gift from his wife for their anniversary. Of course, it was his bank account that paid for all of these luxuries just like most business men. His wife was content not doing much of anything with her life. For entertainment she started a clothing company which kept her busy.

She produced four sons for her husband but the hired help took care of her children and she paid attention to them when the feeling moved her. She didn’t cook or clean and flying around the world to shows exhibiting clothing was her past time.

She had lost interest in her husband as he did with her and they rarely spent more than a half hour in the same room on any given day. They not only had no sexual desire for each other they secretly couldn’t stand each other.

He went home and walked into his study pouring himself a scotch neat. Sitting back in his vitra skape lowback chair with his eyes closed his mind traveled back to the last time he had his dick sucked.

His dick got rock hard and rubbing his cock through his suit made him even harder. He unzipped his trousers and let his hardness spring free and he began to stroke himself. It wouldn’t take long for him to cum and he grabbed several kleenex to catch his fluids.

Between the alcohol and the release he was tired and headed to bed. He sat on the side of his bed remembering earlier days when his wife was the light of his life and no other woman could turn his head.

Resting his head on his pillow his mind wondered to many years earlier when he was madly in love and happy. As he drifted off to sleep he could envision his lovely wife in her see through nighty.

He woke up and did his regular morning routine and headed out the door to his business. He had built a building to house his businesses and it was quite striking. He admired Frank Lloyd Wright and his building reflected it.

“The building had open planning in a break from the traditional closed volume, and to achieve a fluidity of interior space by his frequent elimination of confining walls between rooms.He worked out a new method, known as textile-block slab construction, consisting of double walls of precast concrete blocks tied together with steel reinforcing rods set into both the vertical and the horizontal joints.”

The building was awesome and water flowed freely in many places. The floor had a glass top creek running through it with many beautifully colored fish. It was like following the yellow brick road which lead directly to his office.

She entered the building and all eyes followed her. She was attractive and sexy and she had that something that one couldn’t put a name to. One could tell she was a no nonsense young lady and that she was on a mission.

She followed the creek which wound around the floor and lead directly to his office. She was there because a client had recommended her and that was the only reason. Trying to get a job for the “big man” was not only difficult but you had to have connections.

She introduced herself to the current assistant and she informed her boss that his next appointment had arrived. She was dressed in a business suit and her perfume smelled lovely and several employees followed in her wake to keep the aroma in their noses.

His current assistant opened his door and showed her in and closed the door behind her. She was feeling twinges of jealousy because she instantly knew that this young lady would be her replacement.

She walked into his office but he kept his eyes on the document in front of him. She reached his desk and stood there quietly until he finally acknowledged her. He had already looked over her resume and she did have all of the qualifications that he was looking for.

They chatted several minutes and he told her she had the position and she would start Monday morning. She knew she had the position before she had even entered his office and she would have him wound around her finger before long.

She knew the interview was over when he basically ignored her and continued signing his life away. She stood up and said she would see him Monday morning and she turned and walked towards the door.

He took a quick glance at her backside and his eyes were instantly drawn to the red sole shoes. He new the designer Christian Louboutin as he was a personal friend and his wifes closet was filled to the brim with shoes, especially red sole shoes.

He didnt think anymore about her other than he hoped she wasn’t a disappointment. He went through his uneventful day and headed towards home. His wife had left for India in their private jet and she planned on visiting their clothing business.

Her children had been raised by nanny’s and her oldest son was into movies, her second a soccer player, her third and fourth still in school. Her children had to make arrangements to see their mother, actually they almost had to make an appointment.

She started out life just like everyone else but her husband had turned into what many considered a God in his own right. As the money poured in she found her way around the world of the rich and famous.

She had lost her innocence and had become quite the bitch, she had lost that special feeling for her husband as he had her and it wouldn’t be long before a divorce would finally divide them.

He walked around his home with his standard glass of scotch and he looked at all the things money could buy. His home was a show piece but nothing more and he felt the pang of emptiness take over his heart.

He had several more scotch and he heated up the dinner that the cook had left for him. He was an excellent boss and so nice to his help. He insisted that they take leave of their position early Friday afternoon and enjoy the weekend with their families.

He met with several friends the next day and played golf all weekend. He actually looked forward to Monday morning so he could return to a life that afforded him respect and people clambered to meet with him which made him feel so important.

He went to work on Monday thinking about deals that would be closed that day. Walking past her desk, he barely paid any attention to her presence. The day slowly passed and he decided around 3 pm to have his new assistant send a letter.

She came in with an office iphone that recorded her bosses every word. He knew it sounded stupid but he liked to talk to a living, breathing person. She sat in front of his desk and recorded his verbal letter.

He had made sure that her chair was 10 feet from his desk as he preferred to respond to someone’s entire body and not just the bust. This first letter opened a door to many more letters and their relationship grew.

He had been sizing her up but little he know that she had already sized and measured him. She took stock of how he prepared his coffee, what he ate for lunch, his arrival and office departure times. She knew his favorite colors, colognes and his tailor.

He was comfortable with her and she knew he was attracted to her. She started by slowing wearing blouses that were low cut, she changed her perfume until he commented on the one he liked, her skirts clung to her hips and ass and she always had straight seemed stockings.

When he showed signs of stress in his shoulders, she offered to give him a massage which of course he accepted. She then decided to move up the stakes and when she was called to take a letter she would give him a shock.

As usual, she sat in the chair and recorded the letter. She uncrossed her legs and put them flat on the floor, spreading her knees so he had a nice view. He glanced up and was shocked to see blonde snatch.

No panties??? Wow he was turned on and choked trying to cover up his shock. He was so turned on by the view that he had to wrap up the letter, excuse her and go take care of his throbbing cock.

He went into his private bathroom undid his belt, button and unzipped his trousers and he began to stroke his cock. Slowly at first and then he quickened the pace which brought fourth one of the strongest orgasms he had ever experienced.

He cleaned up and closed his package and left the bathroom. He . picked up his Brooks Brothers raincoat and he headed out of the office. He told her he would be gone the rest of the day and she could leave when she had her work done.

His mind wrapped itself around a picture of her and how he would be fucking the little tease. He could see her bare ass spread waiting for his hard cock. He could feel the warmth of her and the tightness of her snatch.

The next day she had decided that she would make a move on her boss. When he called her in to take a letter she made moves that would blow his mind. She sat down and made sure not to cross her legs. She was giving him quite the view and he leaned over his desk and said to her ” I want to fuck you” and she said “I want to fuck you as well”.

He walked around the desk and pushed her into the desk while he hiked up her skirt. He ran his hand down the crack of her ass and into the wetness. He kissed the back of her neck and slowly got down on his knees.

He spread her legs and licked her asshole and moved to her clit. He fingered her pussy while he sucked on her clit and she cried out as the climax took over her body. She told him she wanted him to fuck her and she so wanted his hard cock.

He put the tip of his cock against her vagina opening and she begged him to fuck her. As he slowly entered her she told him to give her all of his cock and to fuck her hard and fast. He slammed his cock into her and her ass slammed against his lower abdomen making quite the smacking noise.

Both came with a thunderous orgasm and she lowered her skirt as she turned around. She faced her boss and thanked him for the stress reliever and she planned for them to help each other out again.

His marriage was dead and having this young thing in his life gave him a kick and a lift in his step. He began to stay later and later at work and she would walk into his office when she felt like and she would drop to her knees.

He began to fall in love with her and he showed it by buying her whatever she desired. He gave her is credit card and she bought herself everything her heart desired. He even bought her a penthouse and he would visit her often.

When the wife was out of town he would spend those nights with her and he no longer felt any guilt what so ever. If his wife didnt want to please him then he would look elsewhere and that is exactly what he did.

She was so sexy and such a turn on he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She was always engaging in sexual delights like when she walked into his office, lifted her skirt to show him a clean shaven pussy.

She walked around the desk and unzipped his pants and ordered him to hold his hard cock while she sat on his lap. His hardness entering her and his hands on her hips fucking faster and faster.

Another time she came into the office and dropped her pen only to bend over and that allowed him to see her bare ass and snatch. She walked around the desk and took his hand and rubbed his fingers on her wetness. He played with her clit until she screamed out in pleasure.

Over time he no longer wished to see his wife or even speak with her and the time had come to file for a divorce. He followed through and the divorce went smoothly and he moved in with his little sweetheart.

Once a very open and loving woman she now had become quite possessive over time. He traded in a wife for a lover but didnt realize that the jealousy and insecurity would be part of her makeup.

He now realized he had made a huge mistake moving in with her and he now spent time trying to figure out how he could move out on his own. He didnt want to be owned and he wanted to explore other women without being bothered by his girlfriend.

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The heels of my boots echoed through the foyer and into the study. Standing in front of the study window, I slowly unzipped my leather jacket and removed each arm and placed it on the back of the chair.

Looking out at the brightness of the snow in my mind I could see myself diving into the snow and coming up into a lake of water. It was one of those days that was reflective of my past and no it wasnt invited into my immediate world.

I sat back in the tall back computer chair, with my hands clasped in my lap and I felt as if I had been hit with a bucket of cold water. Not one for tears very often I could feel the weight of a salty tear hanging on the brim of my lower lashes. I didnt want to let it go but the tear made the decision when it would roll down my face.

I wasn’t prone to full blown crying spells but this single tear worked its way down my cheek leaving a wet, jagged trail. Just a single tear to bring on just as much heartache as crying my heart out.

I tried not to look in my past but the deep, dark tunnel grabbed me and pulled me in like two polar opposite magnets. Memories are suppose to make us laugh, make us smile and we tend to bury the painful ones only allowing them to surface for short periods of time.

The melancholy shower pelted me painfully with memory after memory. The sadness and emptiness I felt enveloped itself around me and wetting the glue and closing of the envelope shut sealed my emotional fate for the day.

Isn’t it funny how we can hide from our spouse, hide from our pets, hide from ourselves but we cannot hide from emotional pain. I have always been one to use my words to express myself, may it be a short story or a poem. My words keep me from hiding and I find writing to be a healing source.

Its terrible how our minds can run videos of the past through our minds over and over. Our emotional state tends to control what video we will see. We could go back to standing in front of a casket looking down at our spouse or best friend.

We could of as easily played the video when our first born child entered the world and the happiness we felt knowing that the child had ten fingers and ten toes and was healthy. My mind is like a room full of videos labeled, referenced and cross referenced again.

I wish I could be a ghost rider and gallop through my mind pulling all the painful videos out and burning them. I cannot figure out why we must relive the past may it be for a second or for an hour.

This particular day was a day of acceptance and truth, I know longer allowed my rose colored glasses to color my world. I took them off and crushed them under the weight of my leather boot.

We can be lead to believe one thing when in fact that one thing has been a lie. Some of us tend to get by each day on a lie and when we finally accept the truth it tends to make the day sad and solemn.

I had played “dress up” in my mind for so long the very thought of accepting anything different just wasnt plausable. As I stripped away all the regal dresses leaving myself standing naked in front of the mirror, the truth washed over me.

I had lived in a fantasy world for the last six years or maybe longer. I think the fantasy world is what helped me get through each day. I no longer wanted to live the fantasy-only the reality. I can tell you its damn hard to accept what is true and what is a lie and its even harder letting go of the helium filled balloons, once let go would float away in the wind with all the lies.

Its called freeing oneself and living life once again. Not all of us are born with a silver spoon in our mouth or the gift and talent to make the world look up to us. I for one have no desire to meet anyone famous or rich. I for one only want the simplest of life, roof over my head, clothes on my back, food on my table, and happiness, yes loads and loads of happiness.

I dont know how many people feel as deeply as I do and it really doesnt matter now does it? Some people display not a single emotional at any time in their lives while others are emotional poster children for all to see.

I have been told that I am to emotional, to fat, to old, to stupid. I have been told these things more than once but it doesnt matter because I know what I am and what I am not. I stand firm in my beliefs and my spirituality is what holds me up when all I want to do is drop to the ground.

Am I special? Are you special? Damn right, everyone of us is special in our own way. We make others smile, laugh, giggle, we make the world a better place. When you have a day like I have had you have to just let it run its course. Then we must pull ourselves by our bootstraps and carry on. We must appreciate ourselves, smile and lock the video room of our mind.

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He stood next to the open car door waiting for the supreme mistress. She didn’t walk like most women as she had a sexy glide followed by the strength of a strong woman. She wore a silk top that showed protruding nipples. Her black pin striped pencil skirt hugged her curves and the seam of the back of her stockings were straight as an arrow. Her black high heels accentuated her sexy legs and one just couldn’t take a quick glance but were drawn in.

She was sexy but more than that she was a strong, self assured sexy woman. He reached out his hand and she took it as she bent down to enter the rear of the car. She sat down and slowly rotated her body to position her feet just so.

The delightful aroma of the molecule 1 perfume she wore lingered just outside of the car door. He didn’t want to lose that scent but he closed the door anyway and walked around the rear of the car to enter the other side and sit next to the supreme mistress.

He had been her right hand man for many years and they had built a trust that was solid and protective. If she needed it, he got if for her, if she wanted it he surprised her with it and if she wanted to give a gift to someone special, he would see that it was purchased and wrapped in paper and ribbons of gold lame.

She was very generous but if you took advantage of her, lied to her, stole from her and tried to play her she would drop you so fast your head would spin. She had built a reputation that was solid and only once was she challenged by a mistress in training.

The stupid little twit tried to get the other mistresses in training as well as the seasoned to turn their back on the supreme mistress. Little did she know that the relationships built were solid and no one would ever turn on the supreme mistress.

Just as quickly as she had entered the world of a mistress in training she exited it. No one ever fucked with the supreme and surely not this little bitch. This little twit wanted to attend the week long event at Kumarakom Lake Resort and talked as if she had set up the getaway for all of the other bdsm players.

The twit would definitely be attending the event but not on her terms. She had crossed that very fine line of no return. The supreme mistress was not a physical person and she did not agree with inflicting unwanted pain on anyone. But she was also nobody’s fool and she would not let anyone stab her in the back.

The mistress in training would be used for the amusement of the mistresses that enjoyed inflicting huge amounts of pain on subbies. She would be dressed in a reversed spiked outfit and she would suffer like she had never before.

The supreme mistress had the mistress in training escorted to the private plane and treated like royalty. She was flown to India and delivered to the Kumarakom resort. The beauty was astounding and her room was beyond words.

She had three whole days to enjoy herself before the event took place and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. The supreme made sure that she was catered to and treated like royalty. Everything the supreme did was classy and unexpected.

Most thought that the supreme was going to destroy the mistress in training but that was not the case. The mistress was being built up and she had no idea that she was going to be humiliated, degraded and used for the pleasure of others.

The mistress in training actually thought that the supreme mistress had no idea that she was being torn down behind her back. Nothing got past the supreme and especially when someone thought they had a hands up on her.

She had spent the last 11 months planning this week as she did every year. Her events were beyond desirable and everyone waited with baited breath to receive that lovely invitation that just mesmerized the eyes.

The supreme mistress did everything with class and taste and nothing went unattended to or forgotten about. No one that received an invitation ever turned it down. Everyone attended from around the world.

The Kumarakom Lake Resort was hers to do with as she pleased for an entire week. Money was no object to her and the menu was tailored to each guests liking. The only request she ever turned down was foie gras because of the abuse the ducks would go through.

Everyone had custom made clothing for the event and all of the mistresses were absolutely lovely. The supreme mistress had a headdress of plumes, diamonds, emeralds, pearls and the gold headband had garnet inlayed across the top.

Her leather outfit started around her neck with red leather that was attached to her bustier with a thin leather strap. Her breasts were accentuated with bronze makeup and her outfit hugged her body like a glove. The bottom became one with her lovely ass and the thong just made her look more desirable.

Her leather boots were custom made and they had her initials in red flashing lights. She met with every single guest and they kissed her hand and each cheek as they thanked her for the invitation.

Her subbie stood by her side but one step back and as each guest spoke with his mistress he handed them a single box with their name embossed on the lid. Inside was the key to their private quarters. The higher ranking mistresses stayed in the suites while the mistresses in training stayed in single rooms.

Once settled in everyone met in the dining hall and found their place card and sat down. Some mistresses had their subs sitting on the floor and they would eat their dinner off of a gold plate on the floor.

The supreme mistress sat at the end of the table and she toasted to all of her guests. Everyone was served their meal and as her guests began to eat dinner she touched her head dress which had a button that contacted her subbie who was in charge of the entertainment for the evening.

There were dancers in various stage of dress or completely naked and as they gave a wonderful show the supreme mistress sat back with the smile of a cheshire cat. She had a surprise for her guests and the little twit mistress in training would be taught a lesson she would never forget.

She was escorted to the middle of the floor and before she knew it she was standing naked and forced to bend over and had her wrists tied to her ankles with her chin on a small table which made her face the crowd.

She had a puzzled look on her face as she was literally in shock and had no idea what was going on. The supreme mistress stood up from the end of the table and walked over to the little twit.

She informed her that she was aware of what the mistress in training was trying to do behind her back. She slowly ran her hand with those long pointed fingernails across the cheek of her captured female.

She dug those nails in and droplets of blood sprang from the twits cheek. She turned to her guest and she invited anyone to come enjoy the fruit of the twit. Anything and everything was allowed and some of the mistresses were extremely abusive.

She had all new toys specifically for this week and she invited the most abusive mistress to enjoy herself. The mistress walked over and removed the whip which she cracked several times to get a feel for it.

She walked up to the twit and slapped her ass hard then stepped back and cracked the whip on her ass. The whip cut her skin and the blood sprang from her fresh wound. She whimpered like a puppy and the whip cracked again.

She begged for the whipping to stop and the mistress walked in front of the twit and faced her. She told the twit that she was not only foolish but stupid to ever cross the supreme mistress. The twit began to apologize over and over to no avail.

Several subbies were ordered to stand behind of the twit one oiled up her virgin asshole while the other slid on his condom. He placed his hands on her hips and the abusive mistress ordered him to pile drive the virgin ass.

He did as he was told and as she cried out while the other subbie shoved his hard cock into her mouth. The abuse continued and another abusive mistress introduced a german shepherd into the mix.

As the dog mounted her the supreme mistress had her photographer taking photos. She was actually sickened my the use of the dog but she couldn’t allow the twit to try to tear her empire down and take over.

Once she reached the point that she couldn’t stomach any more of the evening she excused herself. Her guests were free to enjoy the resort and do what they liked and she was ready to retire for the night as she was exhausted.

Her subby removed her head dress, boots and her outfit, he helped her slide into bed naked. He loved how lovely her body was at her age but he would never make an advance towards her. He knew his place and hers and he would be happy with the relationship he had with her.

She ordered her subbie to go check on the twit and to be sure her wounds were taken care of. She also ordered her subbie to be sure that the twit was helped into her bed and offered some pain meds for the night.

She laid her head upon the feather pillow and let her eyelids gently close. Behind those eyes she began to dream about the week. Her last waking thought was the twit definitely learned a lesson.